Oil pastels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A mothers love knows no bounds

Submitted: July 17, 2018

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He called up the wine shop , ordered the most expensive wine they had on the menu. He carefully wrapped it , put on her favorite perfume. He looked at his prized possession , a shiney black merc, her favorite car. One third of his salary was now going to EMI, but its totally worth it, he chuckled.He rushed to her place, she looked sultry in her black dress and red lips, the maid has cooked his favorite kababs again. They raised a toast to themselves..

“Papa, I don’t have oil-pastels, I need those for poster competition tomorrow,can we go get? “ His kid woke him up at 11 AM next morning. He shouted, “Mother f*$er, you have no value for money, you should beg on roads then only you would understand”She could not see this, reached out to her cookie jar,fished out a small stash of 100 rs bundle, and wiped the little kids tears. She handed the man a lemonade and walked with tiny hand clasped in hers to stationary 2 km away. The thyroid test could wait another month.


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